1/31/2006

The Worlds Biggest Penis And Other News



Hello,

The ill man and I have decided to take up day drips and outings as a hobby. We or rather I, in a moment of drunken madness, have decided to invite you all to accompany us as we stroll round various bits of the world. Details of all outings will be posted here. There are those who will say inviting total strangers off the internet to go to the seaside is ill advised and they'd no doubt be right. We shall see.

Moving on The Blog Of The Week competition is up at A Mischief Of Magpies so have a look and get voting.

On an entirely different note, I see that The Worlds Biggest Penis is to be unveiled on Channel Four tomorrow. This presents me with something of a dilemma. Naturally I'd like a look at 'The Worlds Biggest Penis' but I'm entertaining a gentleman friend tomorrow evening. What is the etiquette in such a situation? Should I just leave the television on Channel Four and pretend I can't find the remote control? Or should I be more direct? It's a puzzle.

Cheerio

1/29/2006

Listen To Steve For He Speaks The Truth.

Evening,

Right I want to you all to stand up and give fellow blogger Steve a good hearty round of applause. I've been a bit down this week, the office politics in my workplace is really getting to me. Anyway in search of something to lift my mood I took a wee trip over to Dr Feelgood.

I read this post in which Steve recommends a trip to the pictures to see 'A Cock And Bull Story'. I don't normally do everything other bloggers recommend. That would be idiocy. However for some unaccountable reason this time, I thought to myself the Dr has spoken and I must obey.

I'm very glad I did. I haven't laughed so hard in ages and feel a million times better as a result. So there we are today's lesson is listen to Steve for he is a very wise old owl.

Cheerio

1/27/2006

From Disillusionment To Hatred



Hello,

As readers from the 'tripod year' will be aware I was once a member of the Scottish Socialist Party. Imagine for a moment, Clairwil keen as mustard attending the odd meeting every time I remembered. You don't know just how close this country came to revolution!

Anyway the first few meetings I attended were fantastic. There were debates, questions and interesting speakers. With hindsight it was all going too well. I can't say I wasn't warned, everyone seemed to take the view that they admired Tommy Sheridan but thought his party were complete and utter nutjobs. I would look at them, my eyes full of missionary zeal saying 'oh but you're wrong'.

Then I went to a meeting where a man asked me the following in front of a room full of startled onlookers 'what are you going to do to bring about a socialist Scotland? Well I had no idea what to say. My education has been sadly deficient in many areas and I'm afraid it hadn't even touched on the means by which I personally would bring about a socialist republic. I tried laughing in a manner which suggested the answer should be obvious, unfortunately that came out as a giggle. All eyes were on me, the seconds that felt like hours ticked onwards. I could not think of a single word to say. Eventually a gentleman and I mean a real gentleman intervened, explained that none of us had joined the moonies and that it was a stupid question.

I shall not go into great detail about the women's meeting mainly because it was the most traumatic politics related event of my entire life. I merely made the point that cracking down on prostitution would only drive it further underground and make things worse for prostitutes. For that heinous crime I was patronised, then abused and finally told that I was 'right-wing' and 'anti- feminist'. At no point did anyone put forward a reasonable argument in a reasonable way. I did not hate women before that meeting and I did not hate women afterwards. I do, however hate that repellent, dogmatic, hysterical gaggle of thick feminist bitches. I hope every last one of them expires painfully from womb cancer and has their corpse gang banged by wolves. I am not bitter.

I stuck with them for a bit longer and kept paying my subscription until they sacked Tommy Sheridan for being accused of having had sex. At that point I left. I thought I might still vote for them in the future but no longer wished to be actively involved. I cringed at the sight of new leader Colin Fox as he strutted up and down Argyle St dressed as Robin Hood campaigning during the May general election. And you thought George Galloway on Big Brother was embarrassing.

If you are or have ever been left-wing you will probably have been accused of being 'loony left' or a silly idealistic fool at some point. For example my brother used to call me a 'free the bum and ban the bomb merchant' before locking himself in the bathroom and singing 'Rule Britannia'. My brother is a Liberal Democrat. There is a long history of eccentricity in my family. Naturally as a black clad fifteen year old Marxist I did not see the funny side of this behaviour at all. Now I think it's hilarious, apart from Rule Britannia. That is a red rag to the Clairwil bull. Though I concede someone sitting on the toilet singing it is funny.

There is a point to all this. The SSP have decided for reasons that utterly infuriate me that Scotland requires a new flag. Not for any sensible reason, like another country has turned up with the same flag or a wee change. No, nothing so sensible. Apparently it's a 'dated relic'. I concede that it's older than last week however this is an insufficient reason to change it. It is also a 'Christian symbol' which does not reflect the beliefs of the secular majority. Oh yes and we also have a sizeable Asian population who are not Christian.

Like Colin Fox, Ayub Khan is also very concerned about this issue, stating 'Whenever I change my car I stick the Saltire badge on the back. I also wear the Saltire on my T-shirt when I go to Pakistan. 'I have two identities, my first is as a Muslim, and my second as a Scot. I’m proud of the Saltire and don’t think it should be changed.' Gosh! poor Colin must be furious, He's just spent all that time and energy talking to Scotland's Asians, finding out they're hopping mad about the flag and Ayub Khan of the Multi-Faith Coalition goes and spoils it.

I realise that the Saltire has it's roots in Christianity, however it is more widely associated with the legends surrounding the battle at Athelstaneford. Or here's a theory most people just think of it as Scotland's flag and don't give it's origins much thought. As a flag I like it, it is both simple and memorable, which is all one can ask of a flag really. The proposal is that it should be scrapped and replaced with a rainbow flag to reflect our cultural and ethnic diversity. What the fuck for? For a start the ethnic make up of a country changes over time, how will the rainbow flag remain relevant to future immigrant groups? Secondly there are other counties far more ethnically diverse than Scotland, what if they want a rainbow flag as well?

The whole suggestion is nonsensical. Fox is a fuckwit. Come the next Scottish elections I urge the electorate of Scotland to ensure he gets the boot.

Cheerio

1/25/2006

Burns Night


Fair fa' your honest, sonsie face,
Great chieftain o the puddin'-race!
Aboon them a' ye tak your place,
Painch, tripe, or thairm:
Weel are ye worthy o' a grace
As lang's my arm.


The groaning trencher
there ye fill,
Your hurdies like a distant hill,
Your pin wad help to mend a mill
In time o need,
While thro your pores the dews distil
Like amber bead.


His knife see rustic Labour dight,
An cut you up wi ready slight,
Trenching your gushing entrails bright,
Like onie ditch;
And then, O what a glorious sight,
Warm-reekin, rich!



Then, horn for horn, they stretch an strive:
Deil tak the hindmost, on they drive,
Till a' their weel-swall'd kytes belyve
Are bent like drums;
The auld Guidman, maist like to rive,
'Bethankit' hums.



Is there that owre his French ragout,
Or olio that wad staw a sow,
Or fricassee wad mak her spew
Wi perfect scunner,
Looks down wi sneering, scornfu view
On sic a dinner?


Poor devil! see him owre his trash,
As feckless as a wither'd rash,
His spindle shank a guid whip-lash,
His nieve a nit;
Thro bloody flood or field to dash,
O how unfit!


But mark the Rustic, haggis-fed,
The trembling earth resounds his tread,
Clap in his walie nieve a blade,
He'll make it whissle;An legs an arms,
an heads will sned,
Like taps o thrissle.


Ye Pow'rs, wha mak mankind your care,
And dish them out their bill o fare,
Auld Scotland wants nae skinking ware
That jaups in luggies:
But, if ye wish her gratefu prayer,
Gie her a Haggis



This evening I will be sitting down to Mac Sween vegetarian haggis with tatties and absolutely no neeps. I hate neeps.

1/23/2006

Religious Schools


Hello,

I note from today's Herald that there is a minor storm in a tea cup over St Alberts R.C Primary School in Glasgow. Apparently someone has actually noticed that about 90% of pupils are Muslim which has caused a slight problem with religious services and the like at the school. Under Scottish law all denominational schools must make some provision for religious observance. At St Alberts this has led to the absurd situation whereby the class troop along to mass and only a minority actually take part.

One parent did make the suggestion that it might be a good idea to take the school's minority of Catholics to a separate hall to celebrate Mass. Which does strike me as being slightly better than the schools present solution of having Muslim children sit facing the wall during mass. I should stress that most of the Muslim parents quoted in the article seem quite happy with the way things are, however The Muslim Association of Great Britain would like to see St Alberts become a Muslim school which I suppose would mean that only 10% of the class would have to face the wall during worship.

In my view Muslim schools would be a disaster in terms of integration. On the other hand I cannot see how demands for Muslim schools can be refused whilst other religious minorities receive state funding for their schools. There have been attempts at denominational and non-denominational schools sharing a campus however this has proved controversial with some people. Well okay a Catholic bishop who seemed to take fright at the idea that Catholic children might enter by the same gate and even share a playground with non- Catholic children. Why no-one pointed out that Vatican can either pay for it's own fucking schools or accept what it's given has not, to the best of my knowledge, been explained. I also note that no-one had the good sense to call him a frock wearing old bigot and tell him to piss off. More's the pity.

This would be an ideal time to put an end to this nonsense and withdraw all state funding from denominational schools. Though unfortunately there doesn't seem to be much chance of the Scottish Executive making such a bold move. I know parental choice is often stated as the reason for providing religious schools, in that case why stop at religion? Racist parents wouldn't want their children going to school with other ethnic groups. Parents who fear their children might be targeted by racists could then reasonably demand their own schools. Oh and what about schools for the offspring of atheists. And lets face it who wants their children going to school with a bunch of poor people so why not (officially) segregate children by social class. The possibilities are endless.

I was always of the impression that school was meant to prepare one for life and unless you find gainful employment as a hermit you're likely to be forced to mix with a variety of people as an adult so it's as well to get the practice in early. If there is one thing my own years at a very socially and racially mixed school taught me is that everyone, regardless of background is barking mad on some level. Except me.


Goodnight

1/22/2006

Mischief News

Hello,

Just a short post to let you know that the nominations for Blog of the Week are up at the Mischief. I've also written a post over at the Mischief this evening for those that are interested.

Cheerio

Clairwil Facts

1.Michelangelo finished his great statue of Clairwil in 1504, after eighteen months work.

2.Clairwil can sleep with one eye open!

3.Clairwil has a bifurcated penis.

4.You share your birthday with Clairwil!

5.The most dangerous form of Clairwil is the bicycle.

6.Without Clairwil, we would have to pollinate apple trees by hand!

7.The deepest part of Clairwil is over 35,000 feet deep.

8.To check whether Clairwil is safe to eat, drop her in a bowl of water; rotten Clairwil will sink, and fresh Clairwil will float!

9.Clairwilicide is the killing of Clairwil.

10.On average, women blink nearly twice as much as Clairwil.

From The Mechanical Contrivium

1/20/2006

Tit Bits









Evening,

Just a few tit-bits this evening.

Dreary spunk bucket Jodie Marsh has her own blog. If you'll take a bit of advice from a spiteful old cow, register- it is compulsive reading. For some reason the image of a scarecrow being thrown in a canal haunted me as I read it. Here is a small stool sample courtesy of Jodie:

'honestly don't want to see any of them again (except Chantel and possibly Preston) and still cannot sleep at night for thoughts of being raped and beaten by three ugly old men (which is what it felt like). Anyway, Dave is here now, we're going into Brentwood for some food with Stevie and I am going to enjoy my first afternoon off.'

Fuck off you tedious tit!

Moving on here is a lovely piece of vintage gossip courtesy of lovely old Popbitch:

>> Swordsmen of the Sixties <<

Terence Stamp makes point with cockuncle_whuppity writes:

"Michael Caine and Terence Stamp shared a
flat in the 60s. This led to innuendoes that
they were In The Gays, particularly from one
group of male acquaintances. Caine and Stamp
finally got annoyed by all the jokes, so Stamp
disappeared for a couple of weeks. When he
returned Caine asked him where he had been.
"You know those blokes that said we were queers?"
replied Stamp. "Well, I've fucked all their girlfriends".

Fucking lucky girls. I'd love to romp with a young Terence Stamp. I'll bet that once word got round girls were goading their boyfriends into calling Terence a queer.


Finally you will note that two of the pictures at the top of this post don't relate in any way to this post. However I thought this page could do with the presence of a couple of my longstanding crushes for my amusement if no-one elses.


Cheerio